for a prompt from a few days ago... (takes me a while...
)
Fair Enough - a drabble in four voices
the way your hair curled up along the collar of your shirt
I used to love how the shirt and your skin smelled the same,
sage and wind blown across both
nothing ever fairer
now your hand on the back of my neck, as you're leaving,
and your skin already smells like it will when you get back, rough and desperate,
against the smell your shirt gets from the dryer downstairs, half-burnt
never fair again
they asked what made me fall in love with you,
my friends, acting like they were trying to understand,
they must have been blind and deaf and dead not to know
nothing ever fairer
now there's the pass of your lips across my cheek, as you're leaving,
and your eyes are dull as dust sometimes, mine too, I think,
and our words blow past each other like dry leaves
never fair again
mouth on mouth, the other's breath we drink like water,
hands tracing lines of bones, needing to know again, leaving bruises,
don't need a watch to count the hours, sun burning into us
when we're out in the dust, sage crushed underneath, driven into our skins,
scratches and blood that go black in the moonlight, every night
the moon changing, eaten up by the shadows, don't need a watch
to count how little is left
nothing ever fairer
never enough